How empty! We just give each other pleasure and shiverinesswhere others might not look. And for me, at least, it is simply amatter of giving myself to... someone, who finally, loves me. Giving isreceiving. I receive a hundred fold. And I give my Mistress everything.Or anything she desires.So here, gentle reader, is my quandary. I am, or at least I was, ormaybe I had some of the outward appearances of being, a man. A man forsure who was happier in silk and lace than in plaid shirts and toughboots.. As we entered the room she closed the door and started to cry and I asked what’s wrong and she said all her stories. I felt bad and calmed her by kissing on her forehead (guys my advice if u want to calm down any women just kiss on her forehead ).I started to kiss on her neck to make her horny and she respond in affirmative then I shifted to lips, her lips are pink with light lipstick. I sucked her lips and our saliva mixed both were feeling like we were in heaven. Slowly I started to caress. "You said she doesn't let anyone touch her?" Jamie asked, hoping to change the subject."Yeah. She's a bit skittish." Lucas said, and moved closer. "Hey, if you don't mind me asking, are you and your friend..." He said, and Jamie looked at him. "Just friends." She told him, not really wanting to spill the beans just yet. "So you have a boyfriend?" Lucas asked, as he leaned up against the stall door. "Yes ... Sort of ... It's complicated." Jamie told him. "What about you? I'm sure someone like. Now the blossoms are just in front of me. The brown areola and the nipple all are in front of me!! I kept my palm and cover the whole breast, squeeze it a little and now the nipple becoming hard. I stopped kissing, she just take a deep breath and said, “you are crossing the limit please don’t do it”. I said, “see, your boobs are co-operating with me, they already got hard, and I think you too enjoying it a lot, no”? In between I Released my left hand also and when we are talking, my both hand.